“Love”

No matter who you are, you’ve had it, and you’ve given it. You continue to. You’ve been touched by it. You’ve probably been crushed by it. You’ve seen it blushing red Like a sun-ripened Okanagan apple. You’ve seen it darken to an empty ashen colour, Worn thin like shoes that have walked away. You’ve tasted…

Unlearning the Desire to Know

Last week, I couldn’t sleep because my heart was racing and my muscles were tense; my jaw was sore from grinding my teeth at night. Usually I am self-aware enough to realize where this stress is coming from, and why it is actually affecting my body; I tend to rationalize stress, placing it into a…

“Houses on the Hill”

We build our houses on the hill to shelter our dreams. Sometimes they fall away like a joyful song faded to a whisper of thanks. But we build again, we sculpt our lives, find our glowing space and paint it into a home; find our people and love them as hard as we can; write…

“Poetry Moves Away”

Poetry moves away like the best friend from our childhood who left on a sunny Friday with her golden retriever and campfire-song-singing siblings. You remember the closeness as you touched toes beneath a starry sky, blades of grass poking your cheeks. You remember hiding together, from imagined bears descending out of the trees  in the…

The Urgency of Being Self-Centred

In his impactful commencement speech, “This is Water” writer, David Foster Wallace, said that no matter what we do in life, we are always the centre of our own experiences. It means that – yes – we are all self-centred beings. He points out that who ever enters your life always occurs to the side,…

We are never trapped.

I’ve kept a journal since I was thirteen years old and only recently has it struck me as a little sad that I’ve never (or rarely) shared my writing. I would like to change that. Excerpt from my journal: February 26th, 2013 A turnaround of sorts. Even here. There is a light in my eyes…